FLOWER IN VASE

This budding daffodil contains

A universe in birth:

Each molecule a galaxy,

Each quark a tiny earth.

And what we call our universe,

All matter, time, and space,

May be a single atom of

A macrocosmic vase.

Thus up and down the scale of size

Throughout Infinity,

Both “small” and “large” are limitless

And join Eternity.

Great men have puzzled over God

To place Him in their plan,

As Primal Cause, or Sourceless Source,

Or vast Omniscient Man.

But God can never be confined

Within a man-made phrase;

He hides behind unnumbered veils

Impossible to raise.

And yet we see His evidence

In every time and place—

Behind each seed and universe,

Within each flower and vase.

Inside our inmost soul of souls,

If we can meditate,

We find a spark of light divine

And feel it radiate.

While nowhere, and yet everywhere,

Our God resides within;

Though still and small, His guiding voice

Transcends life’s noisy din.

To hear His voice and understand,

Then fearlessly obey,

Is that which mystics, martyrs, saints,

And wise men call “The Way.”

Consider every universe

And every point in space

As God in God in God in God,

As vase in flower in vase.